About Me
There are echoes of chaos inside of me. Beautiful, intense chaotic tornadoes of thought.
I’ve always made things to get it out. Drawings. Stories. Unasked-for tragedies in the margins of math homework.
(I mean, come on—I wasn’t learning anything in that class anyway.)
I once got sent home in sixth grade for writing something “too intense.”
What did they expect?
I was already listening to the attic of the world.
Already translating what most people swat away, store away.
Uncovering what sits under layers of dust.
My Approach
I used to be obsessed with creating something perfect.
Something Goldilocks-style “just right.”
These days, I don’t get lost in making something beautiful.
Beauty is a bonus.
My art is a conduit. A séance. A sermon. A confessional.
It’s where I go when I don’t know what I’m feeling but need to release it, to expel it from my body.
Sometimes it’s joy. A giddy, weird, in-your-face kind of joy.
Other times, it’s a death spiral.
But always, it’s a story.
A portal.
A quiet thing.
A screaming thing.
My Creative Process
I can’t always make room for a sacred process. It leaves no room for spontaneity.
Like all the truly beautiful things in this world, my process is wrought with emotion, intention, and imperfection.
I light candles to let the light shine in, to expose.
Sometimes I create in silence.
Other times, I drown in the soundtracks of movies that transport me into other stories.
I make space for whatever version of me shows up.
And I trust she’s the right one.
My work leans toward myth. Toward the kinds of stories that give precious bruises and plant sacred seeds in the same breath.
If you haven’t seen my art yet, just know this:
In a world trained to dissect, compare, and consume...
I don’t look at you like another cog in the machine,
or like something to be fixed,
or a means to an end.
We all co-exist in this society of wanting to be seen and heard and understood.
And if no one’s told you lately:
I see you.
I understand you.
My work is the stories of people just like you.
You who’ve lived through devastation, euphoria, contradiction, and existential upheaval.
My work looks into you.
It’s made for you.